Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.